"Come on boys, let's hit the road!". We left L.A. on Sunday, in Lubbock by Tuesday. That's where we played our second show. Where nobody knew us, so nobody noticed the songs that the band didn't know.
The sun don't burn fast enough for me. In a cloud of smoke my conscience becomes clean. Long and lonesome road, I've traveled to be free. And I carry no one and no one carries me.